Falling To The Sun | B. Swan + E. Cullen

trente-deux

Her legs are weak, wobbling, as Roman staggers out of the forest near Sam and Emily's, the breath permanently knocked from her lungs.

She feels high, dizzy with adrenaline that has a giggly laugh threatening to burst free from the rush of it all. There was never going to be anything comparable until she too turned and could run faster than anything else. She could really see why Seth loved it so much. Roman couldn't blame him for the sense of utter freedom and adventure that it gave. 

Wobbling again, she huffs a laugh as he wraps an arm around her to keep her from falling over herself.

"Seth."

They stop at the hard edge of Sam's voice, freezing like children caught in the middle of doing something naughty. It certainly felt that way with how he looked at them like a disappointed father.

"Yes?"

"Do you have any clue how dangerous that was?" the man asks rhetorically, harsh. Seth sunk against her, properly scolded. "I don't want to see you do something like that ever again."

"No way!" Roman protests loudly. "That was one of the best things ever!"

"Roman--"

"No! There is no way you are going to stop him and if I get hurt, then it's my fault. I'm the one that messed up."

"He can't go running around giving people rides."

"Not people. Me."

"It's not safe."

Roman shrieks. "I'm so sick of everyone trying to tell me what is and isn't safe. I can take care of myself just fine, thanks, and if that means 'risking my life' then so be it."

Sam glares down at her all alpha stubbornness and pride before he sighs, knowing very well he wasn't about to win this argument no matter what he tried to say.

There was a perk to being old friends that made things a million times easier to deal with, something that could either save you from a needless argument or make it unimaginable worse. She had no doubt that his giving in so easily on the matter would mean she would feel guilty later until she repaid him somehow.

Not that it would be repaying him, exactly, rather it would be making things right. Roman hated thinking that she owned anyone anything even if she knew that she didn't.

Which was all to say she was being ridiculous because that was what she did best, apparently.

Roman sighed, she didn't want to go in all that much, but if him bringing her here meant anything, and if there was one thing that she knew about the werewolves, then it meant to Seth was starving.

Settling herself to seeing them all, at least for a little while, they head inside, greeting everyone as they enter. It was only Paul and Embry that were there, other than those that actually live there, of course, and Roman had to stop herself from asking where they were.

Jared has an imprint named Kim, she had learnt early on, Seth having complained and whines about how gross the boy was until it had become too much even for her and she had begged him to stop. Jacob was with Bella, she already knew. Leah was doing her own thing. Quil was off doing something somewhere else — and she wouldn't admit to anyone how thankful she was for that, one hyper boy was enough for her thanks, she didn't need his cheeky comments to go along with it.

And this was just fine anyway, much more intimate and friendly. There was more food, easier conversation, and no one pressed or bothered her about her relationship under Sam's watchful eye and Emily's wooden spoon. It was great.